We moved into a place known as Wyview Village. It was the poorer part of married student housing. I remember we paid about $65 a month for rent. The rich students lived in housing called Wymount Terrace. They are still there and, I believe, still being used for married housing. Wyview Villiage is gone now. If you have a chance to visit the BYU campus, find the Marriot Center and then check out the parking lot just to the north of the Center. It was somewhere in that parking lot that we lived.
Wyview Village consisted of a number of little temporary houses. I think they were made like mobile homes. They were some kind of War surplus, I’m not sure. They had three rooms. One large room which served as a living room kitchen and dining room, and two other rooms which were bedrooms. We slept in one bedroom. Matt slept in the other one. Later, when David was born, he joined Matt in the second bedroom.
I remember that along one wall of the bedroom was a shelf like affair which served as a study desk. I put my books there and that’s where I would study and do home work. Since we had brought no furniture from New Orleans, I believe the units were furnished to some extent. I don’t remember buying furniture, but it’s possible we did. I know when students would graduate and leave the village, they would put out stuff they didn’t need for others to take, so some or all of us must have belonged to us.
I started class with the summer semester. I needed a job, so I went looking. That first summer, I found work with a janitorial service. I cleaned up a couple stores which were down on University Avenue in Provo. They are no longer there, but they were a “Toys R Us” type of store. I would go down each night after they closed and sweep up and then buff and wax the floors so they would be ready for the next day. I remember before the days of the IPod, I had a little battery powered portable radio that I carried in my shirt pocket. It had ear phones and I would listen to the radio while I worked. There are songs that when I hear them to this day, my mind flashes back to the nights spent cleaning the floors of those two stores.
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